Goldwasser’s distraction was quickly becoming a deathtrap. The fireball he shot at Carter was hit by Sing-Phora’s knockback jinx. It went spiraling through the wall to land in the middle of the Gaming Console where it promptly found new fuel to consume.

First thing gobbled up by the fire? That old dry paperback book. It went POOF like a firework. Sparks floated on the air and soon the covers on the games lit up, followed by the games themselves. Toxic burning plastic and rubber soon filled the place and seeped out towards the hallways. Perhaps the smell would bring more people to help because fire is a hungry foe.

Better stop the spread or there might not be a place to come to work tomorrow.